You know what's magic?
Magic is everywhere—sometimes big and strange, but more often in the smallest things we notice. Magic is your dog running to meet you at the door when you come home, even if you have only been gone for five minutes. Magic is the smell of freshly cut grass and worn-out leather, reminding you of simpler days of Saturday baseball games. Magic is the sound of your favorite song hitting the radio waves, and knowing that what blesses you is about to bless others. Magic is an orange sunset over the tree-covered mountains, and feeling the space has become thin. Magic is the moment when everyone has gone to sleep, and the house is quietly yours. Magic is the taste of your favorite bite of food from the out-of-state restaurant you have been away from for too long. Magic is the sight of friends showing up at just the right time when you never expected them. Magic is working on a manuscript for months and then typing THE END. If we’re paying attention, we’ll find the world brimmin...